like "yes, I love you, too
on spiteful red days
teeth clenched tight anyways
like apologetic suicide notes
and emergency baptisms
nice pajamas with all those pills
ice cream from out of state fathers
money couldn't buy it
shaking hands with that old sweetheart
at graduation
and he died knowing it
you run into her
in aisle 4 and you forget
all your old qualms
when you remember the fast years
and all that is now left
locking doors turning out lights
watering the things in life
that we hope and imagine will grow
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A Journal of the Arts